They're not your family, your lover, your ex-lover, and sometimes you haven't really even talked to them for years and years. But they're better than acquaintances, more real than Princess Diana, and even more real, though perhaps less tragic, than a body exploded in Baghdad; they were your friends and they died for whatever reason people die in America. And there was that time in your life where you grew and became a little bit more your self and your friend was there to at least witness, if not shape, the path of your life. Here's to the life of our friends.
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Looks like your friend possessed a discerning palate. And discerning taste in friends. Eat something delicious in her honor.
Word.
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